Here they come the hellish beasts from outside
Screaming for your soul the Hounds of Tindalos
From perfect angles they arise
To devour all of our lives
Tearing between the veil of light and of the unseen
Twisted howling the last thing you'll hear at their coming
Never follow the straight and narrow
Stay within the curves and in the lines that bend beyond the Earth
From perfect angles they arise
From the spaces unknown to time
From the cosmic gulfs of night
Here they come the hellish beasts from outside
Screaming for your soul the Hounds of Tindalos
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